She walked with grace, through dreams awake
Through the silently falling snow
She laughed as she spun, her breath rising in icy plumes
Small glistening crystals adorned her hair
Her thoughts lost i a wistful imagining
A delicious wandering of the mind
A floating free of the boundaries of convention
She turned to look back upon the path she tread
There were no footsteps to be found
Not sure from which direction she had traveled
Nor where a new path might lead
She felt no fear in being lost
Sometimes we need to lose ourselves, in order to be found
In this beautiful wintry landscape wandering
The only question that weighed on her mind
How many daydreams had she lost
In this stark reality of this life ?
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